"Damn it!"

With a weak cry, Oreo slowly opened his eyes.

The extreme overdraft brought about by using the power of the dragon's eye, coupled with the fact that he had not run out of rice these days, he felt that he was hovering on the brink of death.

Death is not a bad thing, but for the sake of mission, this thing is not its turn.

The line of sight gradually became clearer, and from the desk in front of him, he was in the office.

He opened his mouth, and this time he couldn't make a sound.

So he stretched out his right hand and tapped lightly on the desk.

After that, he heard footsteps, presumably Angelyl.

A strange footstep sounded as he approached, and Oreo saw a huge head hanging above his head, staring at him with curiosity on her face.

Opening his mouth again, Oreo muttered.

"Tamia."

Tamia repeated.

"Tamia."

After that, she lowered her head and sniffed Oreo's head vigorously, like a dog, and like a cat.

Damn, what is this girl doing!

A normal person can see that what he needs most now is to supplement some nutrition!

Nameless anger ignited in his heart, and he clenched his fists to punch Tamya.

Tamia's head gradually descended, her nose roaming over Oreo's body, dripping saliva in the process.

With a thin squeeze, Tamia burrowed her head into Oreo's neck and lay down, feeling like her left arm was wrapped in a cold ketone.

Wait, why cold ketones!

Oreo rolled his eyes and looked at Tamia with difficulty, she was really undressed!

Damn it! Damn it!

But speaking of clothes......

Oreo quickly felt his body, and he felt as if he was wearing clothes, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at Tamia again, she was much more honest, and was sleeping on top of her.

Thinking about what happened before she fell unconscious, Oreo speculated that she must have been brainwashed by the people of Dogana.

Usually, the gang used some inferior alchemy potions, which, if too large, would cause irreversible brain damage to Tamia.

Scold......

But who made Tamia have to follow her, this is the retribution she deserves.

Oreo slowly closed his eyes, he wanted to sleep, but the hunger in his stomach didn't allow him to do so.

In such a torturous environment, time has passed incomparably long.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard the sound at the gate, which he swore had never sounded so good.

Angelyl walked into the office with a large stack of things in her arms and humming a song.

She straightened the things in her hand one by one, and then walked around the back of the table, and then let out a heart-rending scream.

Oreo stared at Angelyl, he wanted to tell Angelil with his eyes that he was hungry, but Angelil didn't look at him at all.

She rubbed her hands together as she spun in circles, muttering in her mouth.

"Tamia is a madman, Tamia is a madman, Tamia is a madman."

It was repeated three times before she picked up Tamya.

Just as she was about to stand up, Angelil suddenly noticed something, she lowered her head, stared at Oreo's head seriously, and then screamed.

"Mr. Oreo, why are you awake?"

It's really hurtful, like you shouldn't wake up.

Oreo silently closed his eyes, thinking that he would simply die.

Picking up Tamia on her back, Angelil scurbled away, placing her on the bed, and then briskly ran back again, talking incoherently.

"Mr. Oreo, a lot has happened these days, and I can't do it alone, but fortunately, my mother has come to help. Although she doesn't have a good temper, I feel that she still cares about you...... By the way, I'm going to the celebration tomorrow, and I don't have time to train my stance these days, and I don't know if I'll be eliminated in the first round, but it's good to be eliminated......"

Seeing Angelyl babble for a long time, Oreo turned his whole body strength and responded.

"Come on ......"

"Well, I'll definitely do it!"

Angelelle nodded, and she suddenly lowered her head, realizing that she didn't know when she had taken Oreo's hand.

While this is the case these days, Mr. Oreo today is sober......

Angelil hurriedly withdrew her hand, and her cheeks were visibly flushed.

She fanned her cheek with her hand and said as she pretended to be natural.

"Mr. Oreo, it's great that you're awake, I'll go get you lunch."

Oreo closed his eyes in satisfaction, his face serene.

He heard Angelyl walking around the room, rummaging through the clutter and making a tiny snuff.

I don't know if it's because I've just woken up, because my hearing is particularly sensitive, or something else, but Oreo just feels that the voice makes him irritable.

He clenched his fists and listened to Angelyl rummage through the room for a few moments.

After rummaging for a while, Angelil wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and said apologetically.

"Mr. Oreo, the ingredients are really not enough, I'll go out and buy some right away."

After saying that, she ran out quickly, and the wooden door of the office closed by itself, making an ugly babbling sound.

The babbling made Oreo impatient, and he hammered the wooden bed beneath him with his fist, but the stinging pain in his palm made him sober up a little.

He gasped for a moment, then raised his right hand with difficulty.

The red dragon eye was lying in the palm of his hand, refracting the red light of the demon.

He squinted at the dragon's eye, trying to remember what had happened that day.

To be honest, apart from a few broken fragments, I can hardly remember what happened that day.

Damn, wouldn't I not be devoured by the dragon's eye, how could such a thing happen!

Oreo opened his mouth to curse something, but in the end he only made some muffled sounds.

The sound was soon interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed.

"What kind of sin did I create in my last life?"

Peggy walked in swearing, carrying a large bucket of washed laundry.

This office doesn't even have a place to do laundry, no wonder that lewd detective stinks every day!

Thinking of this, Peggy twisted the rag vigorously and then pasted it towards Oreo's face, as if to wipe his entire face off.

“......”

Oreo struggled, but it didn't make sense, and he had to let the rag lay in his face and attack the city.

After wiping her face, Peggy rolled up Oreo's sleeve and rubbed his arm vigorously.

Because I was lazy yesterday, I have to wipe this filthy detective clean today.

But then again, how could this kid's hand bones be so thin, and he didn't have any manhood at all, I really don't know how Atifa could like such a man.

The thought of Atifa made Peggy melancholy again, and she sighed as she worked, just about to untie Oreo's collar, but felt Oreo move.

She lowered her head in confusion and met Oreo's eyes.

Peggy wanted to scold, but the ghost sent her to the gods, and she suddenly softened.

She pursed her lips and swore swearing.

"You're finally awake?"